On the other side of the famous idol rapperStands my weak self, it’s quite dangerousDepression, OCD, they keep coming back again from time to timeHell no perhaps that might be my true selfDamn huh feeling estranged in realityThe conflict with ideal, my head hurtsAround the age of 18, socio-phobia developed in meRight, that was when my mind was gradually polluted

At times I’m scared of myself too,Self hated and thanks to the depression that takes over meMin Yoongi is dead already (I’m dead)Comparing my dead passion with others, it’s now a part of my daily life

On the first visit to psychiatric ward, my parents came up with meWe listened to the consultation together, my parents said they don’t truly understand meI don’t understand myself well either, then who would understand?Friend? Or you? Nobody knows me well

The doctor asks meI answered without any hesitation that I have done

Habitual saying uh I don’t give a shit I don’t give a fuckAll those words uh those words are said to hide my weak selfThose days I wish I could eraseRight, that performance day which I don’t remember very wellThe day I confronted myself when I hid inside the toilet because I was scared of people

That time I, that time II thought success will make everything fineBut you see, but you seeAs time goes by, I feel like I’m turning into a monster

I’ve exchanged my youth for success, and that monster demands for more wealthAt times it puts a collar on my neck to ruin and swallow me with greedSome try to shut my mouth and say I should swallow both good and evilI don’t want it they want me to leave this hill

shit shit I got it so stop itI’m the root of all this so I’ll stop myselfIf my misfortune is your happiness, I’ll happily stay unfortunateIf I’m the figure of hate, I’ll get on the guillotine

The things I’ve imaged about turns into realityMy childhood dreams are in front of my eyesThe night when I performed in front of 2 audienceNow Tokyo Dome is right in front my noseMy one and only life, I can easily live it passionately than any othermy fan my hommie my fam I hope you don’t worry because I’m really okay now damn

I’ve denied my nature many timesMy address is idol and I won’t denyThe anguish that dug into my mind countless timesThere’s no answer at the end of wandering

My pride which I thought I had given away has turned into self-respectMy fans, keep your head high with pride because who can do it like me uh

Seiko, Rolex, AX (hall) and Gymnastic (stadium)The heads of thousands nodding to my hand gestureShow me the money, it’s not that I couldn’t but I didn’t shitSelling ourselves or not, you all say we couldn’t do it but we didn’t shitThe root of my creativity has tasted the sweet, bitter and shit of this worldThose days when I laid down to sleep on the toilet floor, it’s all memories now uh they’re now memoriesMy shoulder which shattered thanks to the accident I met during my part time jobThe debut which I clung as if it was my lifeWho do you think your fool by pretending you’ve gone through all the miseries

Seiko, Rolex, AX (hall) and Gymnastic (stadium)The heads of thousands nodding to my hand gestureSorrow created me uh look at me closely uhSelling ourselves or not you all say we couldn’t do it but we didn’t shit